Текст песни Потаня - Отчего Умирают Шуты

From what fools die ?
From resentment , hinges and sarcomas ,
A knife ,
From familiar contempt ,
From the fallen from the skies dark.

From what fools die ?
From the blind attention of Fortune .
Torn nerves as decrepit strings
Lives are torn rotten canvas .

From what fools die ?
From the deadly poison in yogurt ,
From boredom ,
From concoctions in the air ,
From cattle which have passed to "you"

Because withered flowers,
Because it's getting late
Lasts itself.
Die seriously,
Forehead in sawdust,
Like a shooting star ...
A live - and live like fools .